Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: The First and the First
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"Haah, ugh… B-Boss… w-wait…"
Choi Yang panted raggedly, forgetting all about sucking my cock as she muttered a desperate plea.
Her entire body trembled violently from the brand-new stimulation deep inside her—something she'd never felt before. She didn't know what to do with herself. She was nothing more than a bitch in heat.
I flashed a satisfied grin and let out a low chuckle.
"What's wrong, Choi Yang? Already worn out? We haven't even gotten started."
To claim her first time entirely for myself, I curled my finger inside her into a little hook.
Then, with the tip of my finger, I began gently pressing against the thin hymen blocking her pussy entrance from the inside.
Not tearing it.
Just teasing it.
The sensation of that taut, thin membrane stretching precariously under the pressure from my fingertip.
Like plucking a guitar string, I scraped and flicked at it lightly with my finger, tormenting her.
"Hik…! N-No, Boss, not there—it's weird, hngh!"
Choi Yang's body bounced up on the bed.
Her cynical shell had shattered completely, exposing the hypersensitive softness hidden beneath.
She let my cock slip entirely from her mouth, clutched the bedsheets with both hands, and curled her toes tight.
It felt like a pleasure she'd never known was stabbing straight through her whole body.
I kept going, reveling in her reactions.
If anything, I got more persistent, massaging around the hymen in slow circles with my fingertip.
"Ah, ah, ah! G-Gonna… cum… ah…! Haaaang!"
Finally, a scream-like moan ripped from Choi Yang's lips.
Her waist shuddered in violent spasms, and hot nectar gushed from her pussy gripping my finger.
It soaked my hand and her thighs—the squirt of a so-called virgin.
...What the fuck? This virgin bitch is squirting like even that cock-hungry slut Yura only does once in a blue moon?
At this point, the suspicions I'd brushed off solidified into certainty.
I turned to Choi Yang, who was panting in ecstasy, and hit her with it point-blank.
"Hey, Choi Yang. You didn't… get hymen reconstruction and play the virgin card with me, did you?"
"Haa… ha… What kinda bullshit is that?"
"No, fuck… A virgin squirting? You serious?"
"I… always cum easy… even from masturbating…"
"Hmmm… Still smells like bullshit to me."
Choi Yang caught her breath for a moment at my words, then opened her mouth like she'd made up her mind about something.
"Boss."
"Yeah?"
"Until last year…"
"STOP!!!!"
I screamed without thinking and cut her off in a panic.
My heart hammered like a jackhammer.
I had no idea why.
But my instincts were screaming a warning.
If I let her keep talking, the entire world I'd built up until now would crumble from the ground up.
"…Never mind. Let's get back to it."
I barely blocked that world-destroying 'cheat key' and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
Choi Yang stared at me in utter confusion at my freakout, but I resolved not to probe any further.
Sometimes, it's better not to know.
"…It's nothing."
I changed the subject, laying Choi Yang's petite body—still heaving with pleasure—flat on the bed.
She offered no more resistance, yielding like a sacrificial offering on an altar.
I spread her thighs wide and settled between them.
Now, just one step left until this untouched new-in-box became freshly opened used goods.
A weird tension made saliva flood my mouth on its own.
Sluurp…
Virgin pussy…
For real, my first time trying one.
My own first had been with a 40-something karaoke room hostess.
After that, the women who'd passed through my life were beyond counting.
Prostitutes, kiss-room girls, Swedish massage chicks, handjob parlors, ear-licking spots, tea houses, room salons—you name it.
Every bitch I'd ever paid for was straight-up 'used goods.'
Hell, even my first encounter with Han Yura—now my business partner and a cornerstone of my life—had been nothing but a 50,000-won handjob.
Yoon Chaewon, who's basically playing house-wife these days, started out as a 300,000-won-per-hour no-creampie arrangement.
Not a single one had been 'new.'
But the prize right in front of me? That was a whole different league.
A perfect, untouched new-in-box that hadn't taken a single cock yet.
I pressed the head of my rock-hard, throbbing cock against her narrow, dripping entrance.
Finally, stepping into that mythical realm I'd only heard legends about.
I tensed my hips and thrust my manhood inside her.
"Aaak!"
A gut-wrenching scream tore from Choi Yang's throat.
I felt my glans punch through the thin but tough membrane at her entrance with a wet pop, like ripping leather.
At the same instant, her virgin blood welled up, mixing with my pre-cum and her juices into a slick, sticky lube.
Finally… opened her up.
Overcome with emotion, I thrust all the way in to savor her first time completely.
In that moment, my cock was locked in a whole new world unlike anything before.
This wasn't just 'tight.'
It squeezed from every direction with bone-crushing force, cutting off blood flow to my shaft.
Inside burned like a furnace with molten heat, and the wild, untamed walls delivered a paradoxical texture—soft yet rough.
Hundreds of tiny bumps or wrinkles combed over every nerve on my glans like living things.
Even the slightest shift from my breathing made them clamp down desperately, refusing to let go.
That pressure.
That texture.
That heat.
All of it—primitive data that only I got to log first.
"Huu, ah, it hurts… Boss, it… kinda hurts?"
Choi Yang winced and shoved at my shoulders like it pained her, but her clumsy resistance only stoked my urge to conquer.
Amid the alien ache in her core, one cold fact etched itself into her brain.
'Ah… I'm not a virgin anymore.'
Oblivious to her thoughts, I focused solely on breaking in this flawless new toy.
This wasn't mere violation.
It was the first tempering to forge the ultimate 'legendary pussy.'
Teach her pleasure over pain—make this body crave and memorize my cock.
I froze my hips and whispered in her ear.
"Choi Yang, relax. You'll just hurt yourself otherwise."
I caught my breath, then instead of pounding, rotated gently while staying buried deep.
At the same time, my fingers rediscovered that little clit I'd used to make her cum before and stroked it tenderly.
Relentless, precise stimulation assaulting her from inside and out.
"Huu… ugh, feels… weird…"
Tension began draining from her body bit by bit.
Pain-filled groans morphed into moans she couldn't hold back.
Her pussy walls stopped shoving me out in terror and instead shyly clenched and released around me, unsure what to do.
That's it—now you're getting it.
Confirming her body was primed for pleasure, I eased my hips into motion again.
Prodding the tender flesh deep inside made her shoulders jolt once more.
"Hng! N-Not there…!"
Found it.
Deep in her pussy—a spongy ridge with a subtly different texture from the rest.
The instant my glans grazed it, her inner muscles spasmed hard, clamping down on me.
Choi Yang's G-spot.
I smirked triumphantly and hammered it relentlessly, but with perfect rhythm.
No room for error—precision pistoning aimed at that single point.
My goal wasn't some quick nut.
Conquer this virgin territory completely.
Engrave my pleasure formula into her flesh.
"Hng, ah, ang! B-Boss, weird, hng, so weird there!"
Choi Yang had lost all reason now.
Her eyes drifted unfocused through the air, her mouth leaking senseless moans.
She clung to my neck for dear life, bucking her hips to meet every thrust, spilling cries of ecstasy.
What started as passive taking had become eager pleas for more.
The lewd, honest bitch beneath her cynical facade fully awakened.
"G-Gonna cum! Boss! I-I'm cumming! Haaaang!"
Finally, as I battered her spot without mercy, her body bowed like a drawn bow, convulsing wildly as all strength melted away.
From her scorching tight depths, hot fluid erupted like a pressure cooker's steam, drenching me.
Squirt number two.
Her entire soul seemed to flee her quaking frame.
That pushed me over the edge too.
My wound-tight senses detonated at once, pumping thick, scorching ropes deep into her molten walls like lava.
White-hot ecstasy that blanked out the world.
Her hot squirt and my hot load mingled into a filthy, clinging bliss that enveloped me.
I collapsed limply atop her, gasping in the aftershocks.
My heart thundered, muscles deliciously slack.
Mind empty, every cell buzzing with electric satisfaction.
First deflowering.
That raw, explosive ride? Total triumph.
The rush of claiming perfect new goods, the thrill of pioneering and owning uncharted territory.
It all blended into satisfaction beyond anything before.
"Huuk… huuk… virgin pussy tastes fucking divine, shit… huu."
I caught my breath, gazed down at her sweat-and-juice-slicked face, and laid down the law.
"Hey, Choi Yang. Your pussy's mine exclusively from now on—no sharing with other dudes. Got it?"
She didn't answer right away.
Still sprawled over her, I drank in the sight of her glistening face.
No trace of her usual cynical smirk.
Eyes squeezed shut, long lashes quivering over lids flushed pink from pleasure's glow.
Her once-pursed lips parted slightly, puffing lewdly pathetic with every pant.
Sweat-matted hair clung to her temples and pale nape, testament to her frenzy.
My eyes drifted lower.
Her small tits still heaved with lingering arousal, nipples swollen red and stiff.
Down her slim waist, between her thighs.
Pure battlefield—proof of my conquest's spoils.
My white cum, her red virgin blood, our sweat and juices swirled together.
Pink-and-white rivulets trailed down her inner thighs like silken paths.
A pristine white canvas, defiled perfectly in my colors alone—no other marks.
The sight hit me with fresh waves of dominance.
That's when it happened.
Choi Yang struggled her eyelids open, slow and heavy.
Her dazed, unfocused gaze met mine.
As if she'd heard and understood, she gave the tiniest nod—barely there.
That flawless submission drew a pleased grin from me. I gave her still-twitching ass a light smack.